Brotherly Love

I'm not gay, but I will admit to being hopelessly in love with a big, burly bloke from the country. He's tall (around 476m, the last time anyone checked), dependable (he's stuck around for millions of years), and he's always willing to let my mates have fun with him, too. He is North Brother Mountain, … Continue reading Brotherly Love

Today I lost my pants at the beach

I enjoyed my last paragliding visit to Port Macquarie so much that I've come back - but the locals are wishing I'd stayed where I bloody well come from. But hear me out, it wasn't my fault! There's less wind than on the moon today, so I decided to head to the Rainbow Beach to … Continue reading Today I lost my pants at the beach

Chasing the Wind

I haven’t had something hairy and goofy-looking wake me up since my last girlfriend left me, so it was comforting to be woken up by the goats again this morning. Once that intimate rendezvous was out of the way, it was time to get into some paragliding. Well, more like time to wait around for … Continue reading Chasing the Wind

Any Port in a Storm

I’ve had a rough couple of days (don’t worry, you can read all about that in an upcoming blogsmic extravaganza - trust me, it’s a story of love and loss that's so bizarre and deranged that you won’t want to miss it), so yesterday I chucked my paraglider in the car and headed up to … Continue reading Any Port in a Storm